All Chapters of Mate of War: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

"We really have to attend this ceremony with all these old fucks and prudes?"Crimson liquid combined with citrus smelling suds covered the porcelain sink. The small bowl was working overtime swallowing all of the mixed fluids, evident in the noisy sounds coming from the pipes and drains connected.Weary, drone-like eyes kept their hold on gruff, calloused hands.He was tired of washing his hands..."Come on War, man. Your hands are clean."Snapping out of his tired haze, he was pulled back to reality with the crude nickname bestowed upon him by his Alpha. Blinking a few times he glanced down at his hands. They were finally...clean.He wiped his hands quickly on the dark jeans he wore. Looking at the other man in the bathroom with him, he grimaced.The tips of the man's dark hair were still stained red. His nails still held blood on them. His dark eyes held the same dead expression W

"Hey, um are you okay?" She questioned, glancing down at his dirtied work boots and his marked up grey t shirt that looked as if it were struggling to be held together by the man's upper body mass.Then that's when she saw it. The poor man. His knuckles were bleeding. "Oh my goodness. I have a first aid kit. You're hurt," she claimed, her nurturing side overturning any fear she had of the man. That had to be what Sera meant when she said he smelled like blood!"Please sit down sir," she said frantically pulling out the small desk chair and pointing to it. "I'll grab my kit," she told him as she ran into the bathroom and grabbed her small white box, a big red and white cross on in it.Once she rushed back to her room, she noticed that the man wasn't sitting down. Instead he had her vail in his hand pressing the fabric into his face. Now that made the fear come back tenfold."Excuse me sir but it's...it's against

"Sera help Pomelia pack her things. Warrior, walk with me," The woman suggested as War looked back to Pomelia. She was now gathering the contents of the first aid kit she threw at him out of fear. Her tears had dried some but she was still shaking...A loud clear of the throat, had him looking to the source of it. The priestess was near the door, impatiently waiting for him. He took one more look at his mate before following behind the priestess. She was only doing this out of respect for his mate. He didn't want to hear anything the woman had to say. Her opinion didn't matter, Pomelia was his..."Warrior, Pomelia was a promising novice. She is sweet, kind and understanding. She is walking into a lions and going to your cesspool of a pack. Treat her with the respect she deserves or the goddess will have dire consequences," the woman threatened him, her eyes beginning to glow as she smiled, revealing her teeth.War could snap her neck...he had the ability to but he

It was night time now. War yawned as he glanced over at his mate. She was in the same position as she was in the daytime. Straight posture, head turned towards the window, her hands in her lap...extremely quiet."Welcome to your new home, little novice," Alpha Khan announced as War quickly got out of the car and rushed over to the other side, trying to grab the door for Pomelia. Unfortunately she did it already and was pressed against the door while she marveled at the house she would be living in."You like it?" He questioned as he immediately began to growl, scenting the presence of other males. His hand went to her shoulder pulling her into him, as a group of males approached them.War immediately identified the group of four. More men who were deemed 'warriors' like him and Trent, but much younger. In reality they were just contracted killers...lower levels. Tier 3 killers and hunters. Trent and War were level 1, able

War couldn't sleep. It had been two hours. Two hours since he and his mate laid down in bed together to sleep. She wasn't asleep. She had been blinking, tossing and turning for the past 120 minutes.He could smell her fear, smell the unsettling scent of hers. He wish he knew what to do or say...but he didn't. Then she began to slip out of the bed.At first he thought maybe she would go to the bathroom, but through his keen hearing he knew her feet were going to the left...where the door was.Opening his bedroom door quietly, but not quiet enough, she slipped out of the room, leaving a pained War. The anger and betrayal was swift, as if someone jabbed a knife into his sternum. It took his breath away...He could hear her gentle foot patters down the steps, a specific step creaking loudly before she rushed down the steps.War cursed under his breath, quickly slipping out of bed and rushing out of his